Nature Is An Experimenter.

Imagination Is Like A Muscle. I Found Out That The More I Wrote, The Bigger It Got.

This Story Is About Love, Which Means That It Is Also About Hate.

Reader, Pray That Soon This Iron Age Will Crumble, And Beauty Escape The Rusting Cage.

It Was A Shameful Thing That She Had Nothing Of Which To Be Ashamed.

It's A Peculiarity Of The Norwegian Culture And Of The English And American, Too, That Men Are Not Supposed To Cry. Stiff Upper Lip And All That. But The Vikings Cried Like Women In Public Or Privately. They Soaked Their Beards With Tears And Were Not One Bit Ashamed About It. Yet, They Were As Quick To Draw Their Swords As They Were To Shed Tears. So, What's All This Crap About Men Having To Hold In Their Sorrow And Grief And Disappointment?